Passion Flowers (Watson)/The Promise
The Promise.
Ho! thou who toilest, and art heavy laden;
Thou weary one, with care and labor pressed;
Thou who hast found the day's long round of duty,
Heavy beyond thy strength, there cometh rest—
A long, long rest, His promised rest.
Thou weary one, with care and labor pressed;
Thou who hast found the day's long round of duty,
Heavy beyond thy strength, there cometh rest—
A long, long rest, His promised rest.
Ho! thou who thirsteth, who, with longing vision,
Lifteth tear-dimmed eyes to glowing west,
Where dying day hath set a crimson jewel
To shine upon the evening's throbbing breast—
There cometh rest, His promised rest.
Lifteth tear-dimmed eyes to glowing west,
Where dying day hath set a crimson jewel
To shine upon the evening's throbbing breast—
There cometh rest, His promised rest.
Ho! thou who waitest, while the twilight lingers—
The night draws on apace, with slumber blest—
Stand ready, loose thy cares and many burdens,
Discard them all as garments, ere thou rest—
He giveth His beloved rest.
The night draws on apace, with slumber blest—
Stand ready, loose thy cares and many burdens,
Discard them all as garments, ere thou rest—
He giveth His beloved rest.